When I was standing in the cloakroom queue of a Chelsea club last week, a small Greek man in front turned around and started talking to me. He asked if I was hungry to which I replied that I had just eaten some delicious food in the private room upstairs. He looked at me as if to say ‘yea, whatever’. I proceeded to tell him that food is my life, my passion, my obsession. I work in food, I write a food blog and when I’m not working or blogging, I’m probably cooking, baking or enjoying a nice meal at one of my favourite restaurants. He was impressed and totally surprised. I doubt many girls he talks to in clubs like that express their undying love for food. He proceeded to ask if I wanted to join him and his friends for dinner. Of course I didn’t, so I reminded him that I had just eaten. I grabbed my coat and spent my journey home thinking about my recent trip to Hong Kong. The city, …![]()
